Easter Poem

I found these eggs by my front door, brought by the Easter Bunny.

When I looked inside the eggs, I laughed at something funny.

One egg, it was still unhatched, one had a dinosaur,

Stephen filled the other egg which caused my laugh to roar.

After fully hatching, I brought Stephen home.

As soon as he escaped the egg, the man began to roam.

He brought home many creatures, the dogs I liked the best.

They put up with all kinds of stuff, even getting dressed.

Life is full of ups and downs, cloudy days and sunny.

I love the times you don’t expect, like these three Easter Bunnies.

I find every day is a complete and total treasure.

I hope your days are filled with joy and laughter beyond measure.

Easter Egg Surprise

What’s in your Easter basket?

The Chicken and The Eggs

Upon entering a movie theater, I noticed the staff wearing t-shirts depicting farm animals. The images were promoting animals from a movie and the best part – the animals were going to make an appearance.

While standing in the concession line, a chicken and two eggs entered the lobby. More excited than any adult should have been, I ran over to get my picture taken (before all the kids showed up). Seeing the perfect opportunity, I thought I might finally get an answer to one of life’s burning questions: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

When I blurted out the question, my cliche disability kicked in and instead I asked: “Who came out first?” They said “the chicken” but I’m not sure what question they answered.

May the farce be with you!

Your IFF,

Pam

The Nut, the Chicken and the Eggs

Fractured Cliché #5

I recently saw videos of American bald eagles in Decorah, Iowa. A strategically placed web-cam streamed live footage of a mated pair and their eggs being hatched. In honor of those mighty birds, this week I decided to present a theme of Fractured Cliché’s.

This week’s theme is eggs.  Check out the following three pairs (one pair for each bald eagle hatchling).

Fractured Cliché: Last one in eats a rotten egg.

Correct Cliché: Last one in is a rotten egg.

Fractured Cliché: You can’t cook an egg without breaking it.

Correct Cliché: You have to break a few eggs to bake a cake (or is it make an omelet?).

Fractured Cliché: Don’t count your eggs before they hatch.

Correct Cliché: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch.

I hope you don’t think I’m making a mountain into a mole hill, but as you might have figured out by now, I really try not to say clichés out loud when I’m in public.

Bonus Financial Tip: Diversify Your Nest Eggs